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Aug 2019
You're the master
Not the disaster
Jump up, jump down through the net
You have your pupils get
To play good yet
I look at your cleats
You cast glances on the *****
I jump to spike fast
Your pure glances are cast
We have no time to rest
The marathon moves from past
Let's say love to the gym
Pleases us on the team
Parastoo Abbaszadeh
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Parastoo Abbaszadeh  21/Two-Spirit/Urmia
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